Twilight And Dawn by Caroline Pridham

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All this seemed a pleasant game to poor Jack, and he little thought that he
was being taught to read, and to speak on his fingers while he was playing
at it. As time went on, the boy became very quick at this game; he knew how
to write a great many words, and to spell them in the finger alphabet, and
the more he learnt the more he wanted to know. He now began to bring all
sorts of things to his teacher, spelling "W-h-a-t, what," on his fingers
again and again, until she had taught him their names. She saw that his
mind, which had been almost asleep, was fast waking up, and she prayed God
to show her how to teach this child not only words and names, but that
"fear of the Lord" which "is the beginning of knowledge."

Jack's lady well knew that though he was so clever and quick at learning,
he knew nothing about the God who had made him for Himself, nor about the
Lord Jesus Christ who had paid such a price--His own precious blood--to
redeem poor Jack, and buy him back for God. She never forgot while
teaching him, that he had within him a priceless treasure of which he knew
nothing--that immortal spirit which must go on living always,
somewhere--and so, more and more earnestly her cry went up to God: "Teach
me how to teach this boy about Thee!"

At last the opportunity come. One day Jack pointed upwards at the sun, and
showed by signs that he wished to know who had made that great light in the
sky--had his lady made it?

She shook her head, as he next made signs for the names of two or three
people, asking whether the sun had been made by them; and then she pointed
to heaven and spelled G-O-D. She told him three things about God: He was
great, He was kind, He was always looking at Jack.

Soon after this the boy came again with his eager "_What? what?_"--and
explained that he could not find out how the sun was made, because it was
so bright that he could not keep looking at it; but he said he knew all
about the moon. It was rolled up into a ball and then sent across the sky,
just as he would roll a marble along the floor. And the stars--he knew all
about them too; someone had cut them out with a pair of scissors, and stuck
them into the sky.

I need not tell you that the children, who had just been learning that the
stars are suns, were much amused at this notion of Jack's.

And now this poor boy began to search for God. He came to his lady and told
her that she was "bad Ma'am," and had told what was not true; for he said
he had been everywhere to look for God, he had even got up in the night to
try to find Him; but nowhere, in the streets or in the fields, had he seen
anyone tall enough to reach the sky, so that he could put up his hand and
stick the bright stars there. And so he repeated many times, "God, _no_;
God, _no_," until she could not bear to hear him; for she knew that Satan
was trying to take away from him the thought of God, and make this poor boy
like the fool of whom the fourteenth Psalm speaks, who "said in his heart,
No God." Jack's lady was silent, for she knew not what to say; but again
she prayed to God to teach her how to teach him; and then she did what the
boy thought a very strange thing, and I am sure you will think it so too.

A pair of bellows was hanging beside the fire; she took them and began to
blow the hot coals into a ruddy flame. Then suddenly she turned to Jack
and blew puff, puff, at his hand. He did not like the cold air, and shrank
back. When she blew again, saying, "What? what?" just as he had done, he
got angry and said she was bad, and it made him cold. She still pretended
to be very much surprised that he should feel anything uncomfortable, and
looked all over the bellows as if in search of something; then she blew
again, and explained that she could not see anything, repeating just as he
had done, "Wind, _no_: wind, _no_."

With joy and wonder she saw that her lesson had been understood. Putting
two fingers side by side--the only way which he could think of to express
likeness--Jack repeated over and over, "God like wind; God like wind."

After this he often spoke of God; once when he had been trying to look at
the sun, he shut his dazzled eyes and spelt on his fingers, "God like sun."
The lightning was to him "God's eye"; the rainbow, "God's smile"; and of
living creatures he would say, patting them kindly, "God made, God made."

About this time, while Jack's lady was still praying for him, and asking
God to show her how to teach him the sweet story of the love of the Lord
Jesus Christ his Saviour, a fever came to the place, and the boy saw the
strange and sad sight of many funerals passing along the road, as one and
another of those whom he had known when they were strong and well, fell
sick and died. One day he spoke about them, asking by signs whether they
would ever open their eyes again. Without answering his eager question, the
lady took a piece of paper and began to draw, and Jack stood by looking
at her. It was a strange picture, and she went on explaining it as she
drew. First Jack saw a crowd of people--men and women, boys and girls--and
his teacher told him to look at them well, for he, Jack, was in that
crowd--everybody was there. Then she drew a great pit, and out of it came
flames; and she told him that all in that crowd were "bad, bad," and that
God was very angry with these bad people, and said they must all go into
that dreadful pit.

Poor Jack looked in her face with a frightened stare; he knew that he was
in that crowd, that he was one of those bad people. "Must I go there?" his
anxious look seemed to ask. Still she did not speak, but went on drawing,
and as she drew one man, standing alone, she told Jack that He was the Son
of God, come down from heaven--come to die instead of that crowd of bad
people, so that they might be saved from that dreadful pit. Then it was her
turn to look anxiously into the boy's face. Had her poor Jack understood
the picture?

Yes, he had understood; and his next question showed that he was thinking
earnestly of what she had told him.

Pointing to the crowd of people, he said they were "_many_, very many"; but
the Man who come to die instead of them was "_One_, only One"; and then
again he asked, "What? what?" in his eager way.

How should this question be answered? How should Jack be shown that while
all in that crowd of people had sinned--all "come short of the glory of
God"--the Holy One who came to do God's will and to give Himself a ransom
for them, had glorified Him on the earth, and finished the work which His
Father had given Him to do?

His teacher did not now draw a picture; but she made one in another way.
There were some dead flowers in the room; taking a pair of scissors, she
cut them up into little bits, till they lay in a brown heap on the table.
Jack watched her do this, and then he saw her take from her finger her gold
ring, and lay it down beside the brown heap. Pointing to the dead flowers,
she said, "Many"; pointing to the ring, she said, "One"; and then asked,
"Which will you have?"

With a laugh of delight, Jack made her see that he understood this picture
also. The brown heap of worthless, withered flowers was like that crowd of
people--"many," but all bad; the ring, all of gold--only "one" thing, but
so precious--was like Him who died to save them; and over and over again he
spelt, "One! One!"

Then presently, as the thought came to him that he, Jack, was in that
crowd; that he was one of the "many" for whom that holy One had given
Himself, his heart was full; he burst into tears, and looking upwards he
spelt again, "Good One! good One!" and ran for the box of letters that he
might learn His name.

And so this boy learnt for the first time that Name which is above every
name, the Name of Jesus.

It would take too long to tell you how Jack learnt each day something more
about the Lord Jesus Christ. You see he had to be taught the story of His
wondrous birth; of His life in this world, so full of deeds of love and
power, and words of grace and compassion; of His obedience unto death, even
the death of the cross; and how He was raised from the dead by the glory of
the Father, and ascended up to heaven. All this, which you have heard so
often, was not the "old, old story" to him, but quite new; the "good news
of God concerning His Son"; and he did indeed receive the truth in the love
of it.

His teacher still found that the best way of teaching him was to give him
a picture of something which he could see; and her account of the way in
which he learnt the great truth of resurrection, by her showing him how
hyacinth-roots, which seemed dead and worthless, would put forth leaves
in the spring-time, and "blossom in purple and red," is very interesting.
After he had learned this lesson, he could never stand beside a grave
without asking reverently whether the one whose name was upon the headstone
"loved Jesus Christ."

About this time there came a great change in Jack's life, for he left his
home and went to England. The friend who had been so kind to him was going
back to her home, and could not bear to leave him behind, so she asked his
parents to allow him to go with her. They did not refuse, for they were
very grateful to her for all that she had done for their poor boy; and his
mother said, "Take him; he is more your child than ours." So Jack went
first to Dublin, where nothing he saw struck him with such wonder as the
ships in the river; and then he went on board ship and sailed over the sea,
and up the river Avon to Clifton. In this beautiful place he lived for a
year. He became a good and faithful servant to his mistress, and especially
loved to wait upon and play with "Baby-boy," a little nephew of hers of
whom he was very fond.

But you must not think Jack was always good. He had a very angry temper,
and would sometimes go into a passion, and cry in a very naughty way; or
else sulk so as to make not only himself but his kind and gentle lady
miserable; and sometimes he had to be punished for his bad ways. But
whenever he had shown this naughty temper, the time came when he was very,
very sorry. He would go and have what he called "a long pray," and tell God
all about it. I do not know whether it was at such a time that he spoke to
his mistress about the "red hand;" but before I tell you of this, which has
always seemed to me very beautiful, I must try to remember for you part of
an address to Sunday scholars, which my children heard just at the time
when I was reading to them the story of John Britt.

This address was given by an uncle of Ernest and Sharley, and they were
both there. He spoke about how the eye of God looks us through and through,
searching right down into our hearts, and seeing every bad thought there;
and then he spoke of God's book, in which all about us is written down, and
of God's hand, which writes all down in that book. He said that when he
was a child, and thought of God's book, it made him tremble all over to
remember what must be written there about _him_; and then, speaking very
earnestly to the little scholars, he said, "Think of your name at the top
of a page in that book, and then, one after another--none left out or
forgotten--every naughty word you have spoken, every naughty thing your
hands have ever done, all written on that page!"

When he had spoken for some time in this way, Ernest's uncle George said
that if any of the children to whom he was speaking really did think
of this dreadful page, and did not try to hide away from God, but went
straight to Him about it, and said, "O God, I am such a sinner!" that cry
would be written down there too. And we must never forget that because of
the work Jesus "finished" when on earth, it is righteous for God to blot
out the whole black list of every one who "comes to the Father" by Jesus.

I do not know who had told Jack about God's book, but one day when he was
alone with his lady, he began to speak to her very earnestly. He told her
that he knew that if he should die, like those people who had died of the
fever, he would be put in the grave, but that he would not stay there for
ever. He said that after he had lain there a good while, God would call
"Jack!" and he would answer, "Yes; me Jack." Then he would stand before
God, and in His hands would be a very large book, a "Bible book." He said
God would turn the pages until he came to one where "John Britt" was
written, and then He would look to see if there were any "bads" written
there; but God would find no bads, "no no, nothing, none."

"No bads?" said the lady. "Have you never done anything wrong, Jack?"

"Oh, yes," he said quickly, "much bads"; and then he went on to show her
how the Lord Jesus Christ had taken the book and had found that very page
where Jack's own name was, and where all his "bads" were written down; and
He had put His hand all down that page, so that when God looked at it, none
of Jack's "bads" were there; only Jesus Christ's blood. "Then," he said,
"God would shut the book, and Jesus Christ would say to God, '_My_ Jack!'"
Perhaps you wonder what those bad things were which this boy knew he had
done. I will tell you of one thing which he particularly remembered. Once,
long ago, when he was quite a little boy, he had stolen a halfpenny from
his mother; this was one of the wrong things which he thought of as written
down upon that page, and he knew that without the precious blood of the
Lord Jesus Christ, God's Son, even that one sin would have been always
there. And so he often told people about this, and would smile with
happiness, and say, "Jack very much loves Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ loves
poor Jack. Good Jesus--die--save poor bad Jack."

There are some things which are told us in the Bible which Jack did not
know. He thought that when the last day was come, all who were in their
graves would be raised, and all stand before God; he was not afraid when he
thought of that great day, because he knew that "perfect love" which casts
out fear, but it would have been very sweet to him to have known that the
Lord Jesus is coming for His own, and that at His call "the dead in Christ
shall rise first," and then all the living people who are "Christ's at His
coming" shall be changed, and all together be "caught up to meet the Lord
in the air, and so be for ever with the Lord."

Jack is one of those who have "fallen asleep in Jesus"; he died when he was
a little more than nineteen, and the shamrocks, which he loved because he
was an Irish boy, have long been growing green upon his lowly grave; but
when the Lord calls His own to meet Him in the air, the deaf and dumb boy,
just because he is _His_ Jack, will be sure to hear that awakening voice;
although he never heard any voice on earth; and to answer to the call.

But I must tell you a little more about his short life. When he was
fourteen, his mistress left Clifton and moved to a very pretty house in the
country, and there Jack was given a little room over the coach-house to be
quite his own, so that he might go there to write or draw, when his work
was done. And now, to his great delight, he was trusted to take charge of a
horse; he took such care of it, and kept it so clean and neat, that before
long another horse was given to his charge, and he had also to look after
the cow, so that he must have felt that he was quite an important person.

You will be interested about his drawings when I tell you that he worked
so hard at them, because he had a wonderful plan in his head. You must
not think that he had forgotten his old home; though he was so happy in
England, his great longing was to see his dear parents once more. He did
not wish to go back to Ireland, but he thought if he could only earn enough
by his beautiful drawings to buy a little cottage and a cow, he would send
for them to come and live near him, and then his joy would be complete.

He used to pray a great deal about this, kneeling at the window, that "God
might look through the stars into his heart," and see how very much he
loved the Lord Jesus Christ; and he used to say that he knew God had
"looked at" his prayer, just as you might say, "God has _heard_ me praying
to Him."

Five years passed in that quiet home, and then the cough, which had
troubled him for some time, grew much worse, and he seemed to understand,
without being told, that he was soon going to die.

When he came down one morning, looking sadly pale and tired, his mistress
asked, "Have you slept, Jack?"

"No," he said, smiling sweetly. "Jack no sleep. Jack think good Jesus
Christ see poor Jack. Night dark, heaven all light; soon see heaven. Cough
much now, pain bad; soon no cough, no pain."

You can see that, when he spoke on his fingers, Jack's way was to make his
sentences short by leaving out all the little words, much as children do
when they first begin to talk.

During the few months of life which remained after he became so ill, his
sister Mary was with him, and his soldier-brother Pat got leave to come and
wish him good-bye. For Jack was really going to Him whom having not seen
he loved, and at the last moment of his life his great comfort and joy
was in thinking of the love of Christ to him. He would say, over and over,
"Jesus Christ _loves_ poor Jack," and then speak of the "red hand" that had
blotted out all his sins--those many sins which God would remember no more,
because "good Jesus Christ" had given His own life for poor Jack.

The snow was falling fast when they laid the body of this dear boy in the
quiet churchyard, far away from his Irish home. His beloved mistress and
his sister Mary were there. How wonderful it is to think that the first
sound that will fall upon those ears, deaf all his life long to every human
tone, will be "the voice of the archangel and the trump of God," calling
him, and all those who sleep in Jesus, to rise in their bodies of glory,
"to meet the Lord in the air," and to be with Him for ever!

"Then, when the archangel's voice
Calls the sleeping saints to rise,
Rising myriads shall proclaim
Blessings on the Saviour's name.

"'This is our redeeming God!'
Ransomed hosts shall shout aloud
Praise, eternal praise, be given,
To the Lord of earth and heaven."

THE STONE BOOK.

"_The heaven, even the heavens, are the Lord's: but the earth hath He given
to the children of men._"--PSALM cxv. 16.

"_Speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea
shall declare unto thee._"--JOB xii. 8.

"_Be still, and know that I am God._"--PSALM xlvi. 10.

We have been reading a little about the story of the heavens. Now I want to
take you from the starry heights to the dens and caves of the earth, and to
speak to you a little about--not astronomy, but geology, as the science or
study of the earth is called. This is a very interesting study, but one in
which we may easily make serious mistakes; for we have not here the firm
ground under our feet which the Word of God gives us, and we must always
beware of saying, "This thing _is_ so, therefore that other thing _must_ be
so"; or, "This thing is not, therefore that other cannot be."

When we first began our talks, we read that "In the beginning God created
the heaven and the earth"--all that which is meant when we speak of the
"Universe." This is just what we need to know; and how gracious of God the
Creator to speak to us about His own works, and set at rest all the guesses
and reasonings of our minds as to how and when this earth first came into
existence!

Then we noticed that there is a pause, how long a pause we know not. The
silence of God, as it were, falls upon the scene; we hear nothing more
about the heavens, and nothing of the earth between the time of its
creation and its state as described in the next verse--a desolate, watery
waste, upon which darkness brooded.

It is a great thing to know how to listen when God speaks to us, and to
be silent when He is silent. "By faith we understand that the worlds were
framed by the word of God"; this is what He has been pleased to tell us,
and we cannot go beyond it.

In the chapter called "Ruin and Darkness," we learnt a little about the
"crust" of the earth; and I told you that those who have studied it believe
that they can read in it, as in a book, marks of the many changes which
have passed over it since the Creation.

As they search into its depths and bring out to the light of day remains of
plants and animals which lie buried there, they point to these "footprints
on the sands of time," and tell us that our earth is very, very old; _how_
old they do not say; they can only guess.

But long before anyone began to lay bare the recesses of the earth and to
ponder its age, God had told us that it is older than our little minds can
conceive, for He created it "in the beginning."

Men of science also when they speak of the work of God on the SIX DAYS
of His Creation, say they could not have been actual days of twenty-four
hours, as time is now measured. I have told you that in speaking of what
God does we must never say a thing _could_ not be; but rather lay our hand
upon our mouth, or speak as Job did when he answered the Lord and said, "I
know that Thou canst do everything, and that no thought can be withholden
from Thee." But we may also remember that, as God measures time, "One day
is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day";
"for a thousand years in Thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past,
and as a watch in the night,"

I wonder--as we have read now four times, at the close of each of God's
wonderful days, "The evening and the morning were the first," "the second,"
"the third," "the fourth day"--whether you have stopped to think why the
evening is always put before the morning; surely this way of reckoning time
is very unlike ours.

Is it not so reckoned because as light was made to shine perfectly upon the
earth, when God called it out of the darkness, there was no dawning of that
first day? It began when God said, "Let light be: and light was"; then,
with the gradual disappearing of the light, "there was evening," nothing
being told us about the "unfurled flag" of night, or the dawning of the
second day.

This at least we know, that whether in the beginning, when the strong
foundations of the earth were laid, or during those periods of time when
God was working to bring it into order and beauty, "no touch of man's rude
hand" interfered. The goodness of God was seen in storing it with mineral
treasures for his use; covering it with vegetation which has lived and died
and laid up vast abundance of coal; peopling the air and the waters with
birds and fishes. But with all this man had nothing to do, for one of the
very last acts of Creative Power was that which called him into existence,
and set him, as lord of all, in a place so carefully and wonderfully
prepared for him.

And as we look back over those Days of Creation of which we have been
reading, let us remember that each successive Day led up in perfect order
to making his dwelling-place perfectly fitted for him, the creature of
God apart from all others, specially formed for Himself. As has been
beautifully said, "when the sea was gathered into one place and the dry
land appeared, a secure footing was found for man; when the waters above
the firmament were separated from the waters below, man, the highest of all
created things, could look up"--all was done in reference to him, when as
yet he was not.

We shall not read about the work of God on the Fifth Day in this chapter,
but I want you to turn to the account of it given in the first chapter
of Genesis, and you will see that there for the first time in the Story
of Creation the word "life" is used. God speaks to us no longer of only
inanimate or lifeless things, such as the sea and the dry land, the earth
with its herbs and trees, and the two great lights which were made to give
light upon it. He tells us now of creatures which live and move and have
a being, each "after its kind"; each exactly fitted to enjoy life in the
place prepared for it.

The story of the way in which God in His mighty and gracious working
prepared earth and sea and sky to be the home of creatures which were yet
to be brought forth and created, is very wonderful. But when we read of
"the moving creature that hath life," and of "every living creature that
moveth," we come to what is still more wonderful.

You remember in the history of the plagues in Egypt, that when the wise men
tried to imitate what God was doing in sending His judgments upon the land,
there was a point at which they stopped, and could go no farther, "This is
the finger of God," they said.

What was that point? It was when they tried, by their enchantments, to
produce one of the meanest, as we should say, of _living_ things.

And so it has always been: man, the highest of God's creatures, apart from
all the rest, is still a creature, and he never has been able to usurp the
power which belongs to God alone.

It is true that man can destroy animals, and so hunt them down as to render
them extinct; he can also, as we have seen, by great care and skill and
long patience, produce what are called "varieties" of both plants and
animals, increasing the size of leaves and blossoms twenty, thirty, even a
hundredfold; but though he may talk of the formation of new flowers, with
endless shades of colour, they are not really new, but only varieties of
those already existing. You remember, when we were speaking of the "Green
Earth," we learnt that never, from the beginning of his life on earth, has
man produced a new _kind_, or species, of either plant or animal.

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